This is an independent blog. Please note that I am nowhere near fluent, and that these are not translations, but merely works in progress. Please do comment if you come across misreads or anything else you think is important.
From Keomolewa [Columbia River? Vancouver?]:—On this past 31st of August, a Hawaiian arrived from that land, his name being Kapoula. He lived there for a long time. He stated that their lives were difficult, because they did not have jobs to make a living. Some Hawaiians are long-time residents there, are well off, married Indian women, and had children and grandchildren. The wife, children, and friends of Kapoula are also thrilled at seeing him again, for they thought they’d never see his face again on this earth. It is because of the generosity of a certain captain who allowed him to ride his ship without paying, that he could see Hawaii once again.
[Keomolewa also seen as “Keamolewa”]
(Hoku Loa, 9/1859, p. 12)
Ka Hoku Loa, Buke I, Helu 3, Aoao 12. Sepatemaba, 1859.
Aloha oe:—The 24th of August, which was a Thursday, was a day of party at the shore of Mokuoloe; it is a small island to the Northeast of Kaneohe, and yet plants grow upon it: sweet potato, gourd, banana, coconut, and its shady kukui grove. The focus of the feast was the sweet potato and gourd; it was a fine party, with many people who came from Kahaluu, and Mokapu, and it was very pleasant in the shade of the kukui, with enough food for all that came; the great spread of produce well-cared for by the farmers of this tiny Island was astonishing, and it would be a good thing if all our own lands were taken care of in the same way, then we’d in time be feasting off of the fruits. With mahalo, your friend.